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"a never ending midnight sun"

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guys wait 2 weeks for me to get my keyboard and i'll start popping out fics like crazy

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it should've been fucking gabe or corbin bro

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i js found 3 buzz balls, a bottle of malibu, and two pink whitney shots in my bag

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why is a yn tryna fw me

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gulp...

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𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐖/ 𝐁𝐟 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

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Your theme!!! So pretty!!! :DD 10/10

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“my names y/n” said y/n”

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i love remus lupin so much that i made his name my password ❤️

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[sleepwalkletters]

INHERITANCE𓆕 DRACO THOUGHTS

You playfully slap him in the face and pull at his hair sometimes. He secretly likes it so he tries his very best to piss you off.

In the summer house, he tried to cook breakfast once but it failed so horribly, he threw it all away before you woke up.

He has an extra signet ring in his drawer that he subconsciously reserved for you.

He plays the piano, his fingers trilling across the keys and the soft echoes within the chamber would make you drift to sleep on his shoulder.

Your clothes get mixed up often so, you end wearing his sweaters and even his socks.

He uses your hair ties and ribbons as bookmarks.

Once, as a child, you accidentally broke his wand and he was so mad he bit your arm til you cried.

After, he cried too.

He also didn’t know how to kiss so he would just open his mouth and press it against your cheek when he bid you goodbye. You thought it was the grossest thing ever.

He snitches on you when it serves him. Like when you stay out too late. Or he hides your things.

He bruises like a peach.

When you met with Theo and Blaise in Hogwarts, Draco would intercept and read all the notes they passed to you in class before he handed it over.

Pansy taught him how to braid your hair. He doesn’t get it right, still.

He nags you all the time for not sitting properly when you wear a skirt or a dress.

His favourite way of waking you up is jumping onto the bed and crushing you. He still does this.

Narcissa named him after a constellation, like her sisters. The Draco winds around Ursa Minor—the ‘Little Bear’—like a guardian.

So she calls you that. Little bear.

[vhyunjinverse]

𐙚 plug!choso who craves you when he has the munchies.

“you brush your teeth?” you look down at the faded man, long hair sprawled out on the pillow. “yes- yes. cmon..put it on me please.” his beautiful eyes clouded from how high he was and how hungry he seemed to be.

“m’just making sure Cho.” 𐙚 plug!choso knew better than to eat your pussy with smoke on his tongue. he treated you like a princess, and he’d never let his princess get such lowly treatment. That went for the both of you: yourself and that pretty pearl between your legs.

“yes yes yes- fuck mmph..” he whined, piercing tongue instantly licking the sweetness between your legs. You gasp, your hands finding the headboard to steady yourself. 𐙚 plug!choso’s hands found their way around your thighs, pulling you down more to actually sit. He never got tired of eating your pussy, his favorite meal. “right there baby…good boy that’s it.” your hips find a steady rhythm to rock to. the ball of his piercing flicks against your clit. “m’fuck princess-“ 𐙚 plug!choso felt himself twitch in his pants.

He knew he had to be patient, though. You granted him enough grace to ride his face when high. “That’s it..” Soft moans escape past your lips, your head leaning back as your grip on the headrest tightened. Because something you didn’t do, was have sex with 𐙚 plug!choso while he was high.“If you make me cum I’ll ride you next, Cho.” You bit your lip, smug smirk on your face.

He lets out a cry, hands gripping your thighs tighter, tongue flicking against your sensitive bud faster. Dick twitching in his sweatpants, 𐙚 plug!choso started to think about you. How well you took him in everytime you had sex. How good and warm you felt around his big dick. How you called him a good boy when he did anything you told him to do. He fucked you just how you wanted, everytime. “M’gonna make you cum princess.” Wet dripping down his chin, he lost himself in you, Nose buried deep into your pussy, tongue slipping into your hole.

“M-mmm you’re talking with your mouth full Cho.” You moan at the whine he lets out, you could hear the muffled “sorry princess” from him afterwards.

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[anointedghost]

your hand slams on the desk beneath you—so loud, yet it’s hardly louder than the man between your thighs.

clark’s tongue drags from your hole to your clit, licking up your juices before sucking on the aching pearl. he looks so pussydrunk, blue eyes fluttering closed with a desperate expression twisting his pretty face.

it makes you moan—which in turn makes him moan—as your hand grips clark’s hair, tugging his back down to your cunt.

he slurps up any of your juices that you give him, delightfully tonguing your hole with no abandon.

“gosh, honey—“ his hands grip tighter on the fat of your thighs, tugging you closer to his face. “you taste so good,” he moans between your thighs, one large hand palming at your breast.

at first hesitancy sat throughout your bones—what began as a simple make out with some egregious groping and fondling made clark drop to his knees within 4 minutes after a light bulb went off in his head; your skirt was easy to flip up.

your protests died silently after he lifted you on a random desk, hands greedily moving to pull your panties off and (put them in his pocket) away from your wet cunt.

call him a perv, sure, but he simply cannot see it that way when your back arches so prettily, thighs spreading wider for him. his hands move back to your legs, seating them over his shoulders. two thick fingers push into your fluttering pussy, groaning when he feels you clench around them.

“fuck,” he whines, “never wanna leave from here.”

he means it.

[sunkssdcherry]

aerion sleeping headcanons

without you ┊ with you (sfw) ┊ with you (nsfw) ┊18+┊ somnophilia ┊

ೃ⁀➷ without you

➻ to me aerion sleeping reminds me of a fat cat whose just been fed a warm meal

➻ a smug smile on his face and a hand on his bare stomach

➻ i see him being a deep sleeper because to be honest there’s never been any need for him to wake at the slightest noise and anticipate an attack - there’s nothing for him to really worry about

➻ he’s also quiet - no noises / quiet breathing / doesn’t move around

➻ i do think he wakes up early however because he wants an early start to the day - more people to terrorize

➻ he sleeps soundly every night and rises energetic in the morning which is rather sick in itself as he torments other people in their dreams nightmares so much that they can’t sleep properly

➻ he does take up the entire bed, probably something to do with him being a narcissist

➻ he sprawls out and doesn’t move a bit through the night like a dragon marking its territory

➻ definitely looks younger when he sleeps, nicer even

ೃ⁀➷ with you (sfw)

➻ after a few moons of marriage he’ll find that where before he could sleep through the entire night he now struggles when your not there

➻ if you’re out visiting someplace far or just simply not in bed yet he’ll find that it takes him a while to fall asleep

➻ i think that’s because since he’s had you, you’ve always been his, always been by his side so if you’re not there he’ll panic

➻ one day he was especially worn out from training and bullying his siblings and he went and found you resting in the gardens

➻ before he could even think about what he was doing his body was moving, searching you out because he was tired and he needed your warmth

➻ he threw the book out of your hand rather aggressively and rested his head on your lap

➻ he fell into a deep sleep the entire afternoon

➻ he never spoke of it again

➻ he has lots of things as being a prince comes with its perks but they’re all just materials, something that doesn't really belong to him and instead his family name, his family money

➻ they were all things that could be replaced with the snap of his father’s fingers

➻ he first thought that of you in the early moons of your marriage - that you were just a toy, something for his amusement, a womb to give him heirs

➻ but you’re the first thing he can wholeheartedly say is his

➻ and he would tell you that constantly, that you are his

➻ he wouldn't say anything kinder to you even if he thinks it, feels it deep down

➻ like how he misses your warmth in his bed

➻ or how he likes when he wakes up and you are the first thing he sees, hears, feels

➻ or how he finds himself waking up and making sure you’re there in the middle of the night - something he’s never done

➻ because now he finally has something to worry about, something to lose, something he can’t replace

ೃ⁀➷ with you (nsfw)

➻ if you are in bed before him he’ll sprawl out as usual but make sure to have a hand on your thigh / breast / ass - sometimes if he’s clingy he’ll just straight up flop on top of you and you’ll wake up to this immovable force crushing you into the soft sheets

➻ aerion will wake you up to fuck him every morning because hes always so fucking energised with his perfect nights sleep whereas you’ve been struggling to breathe under him for the last hour

➻ you who simply suggests to your husband not to wake you up to do it anymore because you need to sleep a little longer and aerion doesn't understand

➻ aerion hasn’t ever really thought about that before and quite frankly he doesn’t see the appeal at first because he wants you to praise him, tell him how good he’s doing - i think he just craves worship in general

➻ but only at first

➻ because once you tell him to imagine he’s a dragon stalking its prey - a monster eating its meal - a predator claiming its mate

➻ aerion can’t stop thinking about it

➻ he waited till that same night to do it and he was quiet like he usually is when he’s asleep but he’s not asleep this time

➻ he’s slowly pushing his cock into you and squeezing your breasts

➻ watching you squirm slightly then softly sighing as his hands wonder in between your legs

➻ sucking red marks onto you in places you never would have allowed him too while you were awake because they are right in the open, your neck / your chest / your wrist

➻ anywhere he knows people will see

➻ it makes him feel like he really is a dragon claiming its territory and he fucking loves it

➻ you who often wakes up to aerion between your legs now

➻ however i also think he’d be particularly fond of you waking up during it

➻ he likes when your asleep at the start because he feels predatory while he fucks you but i still believe that he has this incurable need for worship

➻ specifically you worshiping him

➻ so when you wake up all warm and soft and fucked out he’ll take pleasure in that dazed look in your eyes as you slowly blink away the tiredness

➻ then your eyes roll backwards slightly as he hits a particularly sensitive spot deep inside you and you gasp his name and he melts

➻ even more so when you whisper how good it feels to wake up with his cock inside you and how strong your husband looks while breeding his mate

➻ also if you whisper his name while your still asleep - he doesn’t even need to be fucking you, you’re just simply dreaming about your husband he’ll go fucking feral

➻ because if he wasn’t fucking you then he most certainly is now

➻ aerion then starts to wonder how it would feel if the roles were reversed

➻ not because he wants to be conquered in his sleep like he does to you but because one night he dreams about your sleepy form and your mouth around his cock trying ever so sweetly to please your husband knowing he might not wake up because he sleeps like a fucking rock

➻ he sees it as praise, as devotion

➻ that even when he’s asleep you try to satisfy him

➻ that even when he’s asleep you crave him

➻ he expects you to wake him up with your mouth from that day onwards

➻ and on special occasions your cunt

➻ after a long while into your marriage it’s become somewhat like a game for you two now, seeing who wakes up first to fuck the other one

➻ aerion has never been so glad of a suggestion in his life

[cabriolett]

your popular ex-boyfriend begs you to get back w/him

the doorbell rung - sharp, tinkling melody breaking through your hazy thoughts. sighing, you got up from your seat at the dining table and walked over to the door. your house was dark, the only light in the room emanating from your glaring laptop screen.

removing the chain from the latch, you swung the door open, and in doing so, felt a heavy weight drop to the pit of your stomach at the sight in front.

him.

he stood in front of you, hand grasping a bouquet of dusty pink roses, beads of sweat on his anxious face mirroring the dewdrops-laden petals. he was biting his lip, eyebrows furrowed.

a plethora of questions rose in you, but you pushed them down. swallowing, you asked in the firmest voice you could manage, "what do you want?"

"i want to apologise", his strained voice came back, delicate eyes searching your face like you were fresh water placed in front of a parched man.

"i told you, i don't want to hear it."

he flinched at your words, fingers wrapped around the bouquet becoming tighter. a flash of annoyance passed through you.

"didn't i make it obvious when i left your stupid paragraphs on read?", you asked him with narrowed eyes.

"i know my place, baby. it's with you," he whispered immediately, as if reciting a script. his eyes bore into yours, almost pleading.

"don't call me baby," you snarled.

a beat of silence passed. his chest rose up and down, panting. he never broke eye contact for a minute.

"i'm not above begging."

"i know, you're pathetic."

before you could finish, his knees had hit the ground.